A story about exercise and lack thereof.
I don’t understand how runners do it.
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I have tried more than once to run. I’ve tried doing it by myself, and using some systems like couch to 5k, but no matter how hard I try, the couch wins.
I could use the excuse of no time to run, but I am not sure that’s it. I just hate running. There’s no high for me and I’m not invested enough to track times and stats.
But. I may have to start.
You see, today I went on a walk with the child. She scoots, I walk.
Until she tells me to run.
“ RUN? Dad is old. Dad doesn’t run”
“Oh, come on Dad. First you walk fast, and then you jog and then you eat healthy and then you run a marathon”, she told me.
“Just try it”, she said.
So, I pushed her and jogged. And almost died.
“Come on, Dad - push me again!”.
“Push me faster, Dad”.
I jogged some more. I was starting to get hot. It started feel uncomfortable
This feeling was unfamiliar.
My smart watch noticed I was moving and asked if I was okay and if I wanted to start tracking this run.
Track it? I want it to end.
Finally our ‘walk’ was over and off in the distance was the light at the end of the tunnel:
It’s called the couch.
Keep Moving.
TH and Co.